Not A Balcony Serenade Just A Car Alarm Blaring Poem by Raj Dronamraju

And for Mona
The right answer is none of the above
The sweetness you expected was a spectacle
In love with a show that has no meaning to it
That's the ego of togetherness, the proof you are wanted and have value
But I would not use the word "value" towards humanity
It makes us objects, it makes us things

Right now there is a car alarm going off on my street
It drowns out thoughts in the front room
Thoughts about people as objects, as goods that can be rated

The car alarm blaring provides a sort of courtship theme music
It tells us of the interruptions of modern life, how hard it is to focus on anything
The way we miss connections and the way we make new connections is at the speed of sound

Is that your grandfather's way?
A prehistoric ritual? , a cave painting romance?
People making big public gestures and they are associated with love
Animals displaying and preening colors and claws
No this social order won't be performing songs outside your house with an acoustic guitar
This social order insist you comeand post photographs of yourself